Текст песни Fit For An Autopsy - Red Horizon

This storm shall never pass
Visions of agony in shards of broken glass
Fate carved on a bullet
Placed in the palm
Every child sings the siren song
This storm shall never pass
The red horizon
Born in the blood of the aftermath
Trauma only sharpens the blade
Every child will remember what the sky took away

Soul starvation
You find no shelter here
Another contract kill
The millions banished out of sight, out of mind
The grand campaign of fear
Disguised as saviors spears
Architects of genocide

The will of the wicked
Nothing is sacred
Every pocket lined with gold
Has cost a soul in other places

Torn away
In red horizons
Curse your name
Beasts of Zion

Spoils of the Horde
Fit for an Autopsy
Curse your name

This storm shall never pass
Visions of agony in shards of broken glass
Fate carved on a bullet
Placed in the palm
Every child sings the siren song

The will of the wicked
Nothing is sacred
Every pocket lined with gold
Has cost a soul in other places

Into the pits
The earth shifts
Beneath the hospitals blown to bits
If we could live but a moment in this unforgiving rift
We would resist the crimes against the innocent

Torn away
In red horizons
Curse your name
Beasts of Zion

And on that day
Hell rained from the sky
The bodies burned so bright
That God closed his eyes
And on that day
Hell rained from the sky
The bodies burned so bright
That God closed his eyes
The bodies burned so bright
That God closed his eyes
The bodies burned so bright
That God closed his eyes
The bodies burned so bright
That God closed his eyes
The bodies burned so bright
That God closed his eyes

Torn apart in red horizons (God closed his eyes)
Curse the heart of red horizon (God closed his eyes)
Torn apart in red horizons (God closed his eyes)
Curse the heart of red horizon (God closed his eyes)

From the river to the sea